haiku 4.29.11

if your flesh bears the
sting forgive me; i bring sweet
honey to soothe you.

tough and beautiful you

the soul of your smile…
is it so rare
that you don’t realize
it is the only source of wealth
that grows more and more
as you give it to me?
you’ve claimed without speaking
‘it’s been broken enough’
in tiny balled up brown fists
of defiance
and sarcasm that cuts
like rusty machetes in swamps
and since all i want to do
is whatever i can to
align all of those pieces better
held together tough and brave
that compose a beautiful you
i’ll put words aside
and take my tears
and blood that bears your name
and put them to work
as a caring heart’s glue.


sharp smile(19 of 30)

now i find minutes
mimicking fireflies in the dark
and i’m counting moments until
time manages
to reunite us
where i can sit and hear you
laugh and cut slices of sunshine
with each smile you let escape
through the windows within you
i don’t need to wish to grow wings
because my soul already
knows how to fly towards you.